SUCCESS! Lyn and I made it in Osaka till the first train (actually we didn't make it to the station till the third, but who's counting). As Lyn so correctly recollected the night after wondering why his head was hurting so bad at 2PM, we never drank the same thing twice. The second bird was a Pufferfish that ended its journey in my stomach thanks to a Japanese friend from Osaka.
In backwards succession, Lyn and I ended at the ghettoist club I've ever seen in Osaka. I haven't danced that much by myself, ever. It was AWESOME. To get to this club I will never find again, we got a map from a 35-year-old Japanese dude playing darts at the third bar on our journey. It was also a bonus because none of the bartenders spoke any English or even tried and so I had to breakout my non-existent Japanese skills. Felt Damn Good. The second bar was called a 'Shot Bar.' It turns out, there were no shots. It just meant they had a large liquor selection and Japanese style is to drink it on the rocks or with water. Hence, the 'kind of shot' bar. The music was something else, going from old-time country to techno to J-pop to hard rock to anything. Before we arrived at crazy music place, we decided to start off our solo journey, as in no Japanese guide, with a Half Liter at the nearest convience store. Little did we know we'd meet the freakest cashier ever. Honestly, it was something out of a sci-fi movie. The lady had like one eye and shook and wow. Before the second bar, though, Lyn and I wandered the streets for some time looking for the main area for watering holes. Eventually we talked to a cabbie and my old @-Toyo manager (who lives in Osaka), to then find out we were there already. The first bar was a Wine Bar. Apparently this years wine can first enter Japan the third week in November, so we tried a bottle. This is where our guides left us to catch the last train around midnight. This is where Lyn and I decided we weren't going down till the sun came up; wine does that sometimes. Our journey started out at a traditional restaurant at 8:15PM. The friend from Osaka, Akiko, took charge and just ordered crazy stuff. This is how I stumbled upon the pufferfish. Now I understand why people go through so much trouble to get the small chunks of meat out of this fish. It was delicious. Absolutely, DElICIOUS. I didn't die yet, so that's also a good thing about the meal. When we were nearly finished with dinner, Akiko's friend showed up to finish what we couldn't. This was a lot more than we thought we had left. The last dish was some kind of fish, where the head was served with everything else. Akiko told us that the most delicious part of the fish was right next to the eye and that it would make you smarter. We decided parents told their children this so that they didn't have to eat the crap. Anyways, her friend decided against this notion and dug in. Lyn and I talked about not eating the eye before he came. We told him and yes, he ate the eye. Then he spit out the lense. Then he inspected it and decided to pick it back up and suck out the remaining tid bits of the fishes eyeball. .... That didn't sit well.
Restaurant:
Hot Sake
Wine Bar:
Wine
Convenient Store:
1/2 Liter Asahi Super Dry beer
Crazy-music bar:
Jap Whiskey
Jap Plum Liquor (my favorite Jap alcohol)
Jap Brandy
The Dart Haven:
Sho-chu with no name
Moogi Sho-chu (I don't know what Moogi is, but it's tasty)
Sweet Potato Sho-chu (very bad; the still full bottle should've given that away)
Jap-Ghetto/Foreigners(GuyGins) Bar
Zubruvka
Pina Colada
My body is exhausted. A little from the drinking but a lot more from the longevity of the excursion. We started at the restaurant at 8:15PM and didn't fall in our beds until 6:30AM. That's a long trip, drinking or not. Thank you Japanese Thanksgiving on a Wednesday.
In backwards succession, Lyn and I ended at the ghettoist club I've ever seen in Osaka. I haven't danced that much by myself, ever. It was AWESOME. To get to this club I will never find again, we got a map from a 35-year-old Japanese dude playing darts at the third bar on our journey. It was also a bonus because none of the bartenders spoke any English or even tried and so I had to breakout my non-existent Japanese skills. Felt Damn Good. The second bar was called a 'Shot Bar.' It turns out, there were no shots. It just meant they had a large liquor selection and Japanese style is to drink it on the rocks or with water. Hence, the 'kind of shot' bar. The music was something else, going from old-time country to techno to J-pop to hard rock to anything. Before we arrived at crazy music place, we decided to start off our solo journey, as in no Japanese guide, with a Half Liter at the nearest convience store. Little did we know we'd meet the freakest cashier ever. Honestly, it was something out of a sci-fi movie. The lady had like one eye and shook and wow. Before the second bar, though, Lyn and I wandered the streets for some time looking for the main area for watering holes. Eventually we talked to a cabbie and my old @-Toyo manager (who lives in Osaka), to then find out we were there already. The first bar was a Wine Bar. Apparently this years wine can first enter Japan the third week in November, so we tried a bottle. This is where our guides left us to catch the last train around midnight. This is where Lyn and I decided we weren't going down till the sun came up; wine does that sometimes. Our journey started out at a traditional restaurant at 8:15PM. The friend from Osaka, Akiko, took charge and just ordered crazy stuff. This is how I stumbled upon the pufferfish. Now I understand why people go through so much trouble to get the small chunks of meat out of this fish. It was delicious. Absolutely, DElICIOUS. I didn't die yet, so that's also a good thing about the meal. When we were nearly finished with dinner, Akiko's friend showed up to finish what we couldn't. This was a lot more than we thought we had left. The last dish was some kind of fish, where the head was served with everything else. Akiko told us that the most delicious part of the fish was right next to the eye and that it would make you smarter. We decided parents told their children this so that they didn't have to eat the crap. Anyways, her friend decided against this notion and dug in. Lyn and I talked about not eating the eye before he came. We told him and yes, he ate the eye. Then he spit out the lense. Then he inspected it and decided to pick it back up and suck out the remaining tid bits of the fishes eyeball. .... That didn't sit well.
Restaurant:
Hot Sake
Wine Bar:
Wine
Convenient Store:
1/2 Liter Asahi Super Dry beer
Crazy-music bar:
Jap Whiskey
Jap Plum Liquor (my favorite Jap alcohol)
Jap Brandy
The Dart Haven:
Sho-chu with no name
Moogi Sho-chu (I don't know what Moogi is, but it's tasty)
Sweet Potato Sho-chu (very bad; the still full bottle should've given that away)
Jap-Ghetto/Foreigners(GuyGins) Bar
Zubruvka
Pina Colada
My body is exhausted. A little from the drinking but a lot more from the longevity of the excursion. We started at the restaurant at 8:15PM and didn't fall in our beds until 6:30AM. That's a long trip, drinking or not. Thank you Japanese Thanksgiving on a Wednesday.
posted by Bruhaha at 10:06 PM
2 Comments:
You found Zubrovka in Japan? Awesome. Sounds like a fun time man, a fitting end to Lyn's trip around the world.
麦(mugi) = barley
You had barley shochu. Some potent stuff! Sounds like a riot in Osaka. Fun fun ^_^
Zubrovka... I still remember Trent being waaaay too happy having that "apple pie shit" and the "good shit" at the passport party. circa 2003. Good 'ol Tatanka.
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